My Hero, My Yard Man There are a million reasons women read romances. Here’s another: In romances, heroes do all the rotten, complicated, difficult, …
On a Marriage, Finally I don’t usually comment on celebrity doings on this blog. Or much of anywhere else, for that matter, because, really who cares? …
Believe in Me Okay, here’s a silly romance plot: The heroine is found asleep in the wrong man’s bed. She’s a sleepwalker, thus not respons…
The Romance of Historical Novels I just read a copy of Vanora Bennett’s second novel, Figures in Silk, which is about a City of London silkwoman who gets caught …
Ambushed, Bushwhacked, and Entertained by Romance I was going to write about free romances available on the Internet. After all, MyRomanceStory.com offers free romances (in case yo…
Don’t Cry for Me What’s the difference between a romance and real life? The tears. There are tears in real life, over many things. They often are…
Women Ruin Everything I just saw a classic opera (Orfeo ed Euridice, by Gluck) that reminded me of many, many romances I’ve read in which the female…
Writers of the Purple Prose Romances are always being accused of purple prose. But all fiction used to be purple prose. I just checked out an antique novel th…
List Mania Someone I know just completed viewing all of the movies on acclaimed critic Roger Ebert’s list of the best movies ever. At my li…
Why Do I Read Romances, and What the Heck is a Romance, Anyway? Despite a complete lack of encouragement from my family, or from my social and educational milieu, I was drawn to romance novels i…
